At least Samandriel was relaxing a bit. It was just them. There was no reason to fear anyone or anything while in Duma's care. He did not know what happened fully with the Heavenly Host of their world but it seemed to be... terrifyingly warlike - one of the reasons he had given up his voice in the first place. He breathed a sigh and closed his eyes, frowning to himself.
"I do not understand where things went so terribly wrong in your world," his frown deepened as he actually spoke the words. He laughed a bit bitterly at the idea of his Grace being the same, ducking his head slightly. It had been a number of months since he had arrived in Preya and nothing had felt right in awhile. He was not the same. "As long as it is one that would give you comfort."